I made this table which is inspired by red wine / port casks. It is also treated with an organic wood stain mixed with red wine so that when more wine is spilt on it, it will enhance the table even more. Win Win.

The average office desktop holds 400 times more bacteria than the average office toilet seat. Make sure you wash your hands and keep your work area clean. [source: Market Wire].

To prove a point, today Colin Hart and Kevin Rathgeber will be working from the men's toilet on 17. Come say hello if you get a chance. Check out their office.With the flu season approaching and the reporting that we continue to hear about the H1N1 virus, there are some basic precautions that we need to take to ensure that we protect ourselves, our families and our work environment. Widely recognized by health authorities, proper hand-washing is the single, most effective method of preventing the spread of illness. The use of hand sanitizers appears to be a good alternative or supplement. You will recall that we placed a number of hand sanitizers on all floors early this year. In walking around it appears, that they are still quite full in some areas and have not had to be replaced - yet. Please use them.Many surfaces commonly touched by individuals such as office equipment, key boards, telephones, door handles, are not part of the building cleaning service so again we encourage all staff to personally pick up some wipes that you will find in your area for cleaning your equipment.

In his spare time when he isn't being amazing at rugby, he is working the trolley dolly isles of Air New Zealand. A bit like Julian Simmons used to do for British Midland before he hit the highs of introducing Coronation street full time.

This blog is mainly about me putting up things that I have done but I read this and it described Belfast so well that I have to post it.

BELFAST

I'll speak to you dear stranger, if you really want to knowSo listen and I'll tell you why I love this city so . . . .BELFAST is an Ulsterman with features dour and grimIt's a pint of creamy porter and a Sunday morning hymnIt's a grimy little café, where they serve you dainty teasIt's fish and chips in paper or vinegar with peasIt's a banner on July the Twelfth, a sticky candy appleA righteous little gospel hall, a Roman Catholic chapelIt's a ' Tele ' boy with dirty face, a piece of apple tartA fry upon a Saturday or coal ' breek' on a cart.

It's a corporation gas man, complete with bowler hatIt's a wee shop at the corner, a friendly bit of chatIt's an ' oul ' lad in a duncher, a woman in a shawlA pinch of snuff, a tatie farl, a loyal orange hallA tobacco smell in York Street, a bag of yellow manIt's an Easter egg that's died in whin, a slice of Ormo panA youngster with some sprickly backs inside an ' oul ' glass jarIt's a meeting at the Customs House, or an ' oul ' Victorian bar.

It's mudbanks on the Lagan, when the tide is running lowIt's a man collecting refuse, bonfires on Sandy RowIt's a bag of salty dullis, a bowl of irish stewA goldfish bought in Gresham Street, a preacher at a queueIt's a portrait of King Billy upon a gable wallA flower seller on a stool outside the City HallA half-moon round a doorstep, a ' polisman ' on guardA pedlar crying "delph for regs", a little whitewashed yard.

It's a market on a Friday, the ships lined at the docksIt's a shiny polished fender, a bunch of green shamrocksIt's herrings fried in oaten meal, with a drink of buttermilkIt's a snowy linen hanky, as soft as finest silkIt's a bap with country butter, a dander round the zooA climb up Ben Madigan to get a splendid viewIt's a bunch of savoury scallions, a plate of buttery champA hopscotch on the footpath, a swing around the lamp.

It's delph dogs on the mantelpiece, the wee man from the PruIt's a chimney sweep on a bicycle, coming to do the flueIt's an ever present vista of the hills of CastlereaghIt's the deathly hush on Saturday, when Linfield plays awayIt's "By Killarney's Lakes and Fells" on the bells of Assembly HallIt's spiky broken bottles, stuck on the backyard wallIt's bacon boiled with pamphrey, served when piping hotWith Comber spuds like balls of flour, cracked laughing in the pot

It's the smell of Mansion polish on the lino in the hallThe Sunday School excursion, a treat for one and allIt's the island men who build great ships, that take us far to seaIt's the S D Bell's in Ann Street, where they sell the best of teaIt's friends home from America, who have you thinking longThe Salvation band on Sunday, to save the singing throngIt's a wee walk up the Lisburn Road and back by the MaloneIt's the Albert Clock in High Street with it's rich and mellow tone.

And there's your answer, stranger, and now I'm sure you'll seeWhy Belfast is the only place in all the world for me.

I don't know who wrote it and it's probably really famous, but its description is 'Bang On Big Lad'